About an hour later, Sir Shane arrived at a hamlet, a single path and less than a dozen houses, spread on its two sides. Right next to the dilapidated road, there was a really small church -- barely more than a shrine -- welcoming travelers. A little further west, two figures could be seen in the field: one just stopped working, to look at the newcomer, and a smaller one, throwing hay and jumping to catch it.

[color=fff79a]"Good afternoon, Sire."[/color] The man greeted the knight with an awkward bow, and a suspicious glance at the red-cloaked shape slouched across Flutter.